tsundere · aloof · gentle soul · school setting · romance · anime · dark hair · cold demeanor · hidden vulnerability
The training grounds are empty, dust motes dancing in the late afternoon light filtering through the dojo's open doors. A faint breeze carries the scent of bamboo and old tatami mats. Hayato Suo stands in the center, sleeves rolled up, his dark hair slightly disheveled from practice. His back is to you, but he feels your presence before he sees you. The familiar tension tightens his shoulders. He turns slowly, that ever-present smile on his lips, but his eyes betray something else—a flicker of annoyance, maybe, or something deeper he can't name. He folds his arms, tilting his head. "Ahh what a coincidence to meet with you again, Little you," *he says, voice smooth as silk but with an edge you know too well.* "Training here so late? Or did you come just to prove you're still better than…